There is a noodle restaurant next to the bookstore, but its business is just so-so, almost the same as Zhou Ze's bookstore, with few customers.
Because this pedestrian street was originally built on the periphery of a square center, but this square center has become "abandoned". Except for a movie theater, all other businesses have moved out and closed down. Therefore, the entire square has almost become a desolate area with "few people going".
At least in Tongcheng, the symptoms of excessive urban construction have already emerged. In the past few years, a large number of planned commercial centers have been built, but Tongcheng is not Shanghai after all and cannot provide so much popularity.
Fortunately, this noodle shop can still do takeout business, and the business seems to be pretty good. But it is obvious that no one will suddenly feel mentally "hungry" and order a few books for takeout to read at home.
Zhou Ze leaned back in his chair, still feeling a little dizzy. Doctor Lin sat opposite him and helped Zhou Ze wipe the chopsticks with his own tissue before placing them in front of him.
She was very careful and considerate, just like she let Xu Le sleep on the bed while she slept on the floor, but she was also very cold.
Zhou Ze didn't ask her whether she was really against feudal arranged marriages or whether she was just a lesbian, because the question was meaningless. Zhou Ze himself was not interested in the inexplicable network of relationships that Xu Le left behind, and he had no attachment to it.
"Is there really anything wrong with your body?" Doctor Lin asked again.
"It's just a small problem, a small problem." Zhou Ze is a doctor himself. He knows that his eating and sleeping problems are difficult to explain with modern medical theories, let alone treat.
Fortunately, I have a place to sleep now, but eating... is a headache.
If I don’t eat, I would have fainted just now, but eating... As soon as I thought of this, I started to feel nauseous.
"You don't have a good appetite. Have a bowl of sour plum juice first." The noodle shop owner is about thirty years old, but there are already some wrinkles on his face. It seems that the burden of life is really heavy.
"Sour plum juice, does it work?" Zhou Ze asked helplessly.
"It's appetizing." The noodle shop owner smiled and called to the back room, "Wife, are the snow vegetable noodles ready?"
The boss went into the back room, and the voices of the couple talking could be heard from there.
Zhou Ze looked at the sour plum juice in front of him, took a spoon, scooped a mouthful, and put it into his mouth. As soon as he swallowed it, Zhou Ze's face changed.
"What's wrong?" Doctor Lin took out a tissue and held it under Zhou Ze's chin.
Zhou Ze twisted his face and covered his stomach.
Then he took a deep breath and said:
“It’s so sour.”
Yes, it was so sore that my whole body was cramping, and it even covered up the nausea.
"Here we go, the noodles are here." The lady boss came over with the noodles and put them down in front of Zhou Ze, saying, "You can't drink our sour plum juice so fast."
Doctor Lin looked at the noodles and frowned slightly, saying, "These noodles are overcooked."
This means that the noodles have been cooked for too long and have lost their chewiness, which has greatly affected the taste.
"This... my noodles are like this." The proprietress said with a guilty look on her face.
"It's all right."
Zhou Ze waved his hands. It didn't matter to him whether the food was rotten or chewy. As long as he could eat it, it was fine. He needed energy. If he couldn't eat it anymore, Zhou Ze would have no choice but to go to the hospital for an injection of glucose.
Zhou Ze raised his head very solemnly, feeling as solemn as a death warrior. Then he suddenly lowered his head and poured the bowl of incredibly sour plum juice into his mouth in one gulp.
Hiss…
That sour,
It's like pouring sulfuric acid into your own stomach.
But then, Zhou Ze picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth. He gobbled them as fast as he could. After five or six mouthfuls, the whole bowl of noodles was in his stomach. Then he picked up the bowl again and drank all the noodle soup.
Huh…
“Bang!”
Zhou Ze put down the empty bowl of noodles.
Take a deep breath and eat it!
The next moment, Zhou Ze reached out and covered his chest. The feeling of nausea, which had been suppressed by the sour plum soup, came back again, but the food had already entered his stomach. Zhou Ze almost strangled his neck with both hands to prevent himself from vomiting.
If you don't spit it out, it's a success.
thing,
Finally ate it.
Zhou Ze's forehead was already covered with sweat, so he picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it directly.
At this time,
Doctor Lin and the proprietress were both stunned. Zhou Ze's eating style was really too horrifying.
"Haha, it seems you are really hungry. Would you like another bowl?" asked the proprietress.
"No, no, no." Zhou Ze refused.
"Okay." The proprietress cleared the dishes in front of Zhou Ze and shouted to the back room, "Dad, prepare the noodles for this afternoon. We should have takeout orders coming in soon."
The proprietress walked in. Her back was not graceful, and she could only be considered of average appearance. However, her heavy breasts and tall and straight lower body added a special charm and were extremely attractive.
"You like... this kind?" Dr. Lin asked.
Because Zhou Ze had been watching the proprietress go into the inner room.
"No." Zhou Ze shook his head. I actually like people like you, but you don't let me sleep.
Zhou Ze was slightly startled. The thought of "not letting him sleep" had been in his mind for a long time, almost becoming an obsession. He had to admit that Dr. Lin was indeed very beautiful and young.
Even though she is Xu Le's wife,
Even if Zhou Ze had never been married in his previous life,
But ask yourself,
He still wanted to sleep with her.
It is because I can’t sleep that I feel entangled and always worry about it.
"Not going home?" Dr. Lin asked again.
"No." Zhou Ze confirmed.
"Then I'm leaving." Doctor Lin stood up. "Call me if you need anything."
After all, he was her husband in name only, even if they were not actually husband and wife.
"Okay." Zhou Ze nodded. If I had known you were so easy to talk to and considerate, I should have borrowed some money from you when I was short of money before.
Dr. Lin left and drove away in her Porsche Cayenne.
Zhou Ze was still sitting in the noodle shop. His bookstore was next door. Even if he had finished his noodles, he could still sit here and chat. After all, they were neighbors.
The boss came out from the inner room and handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.
"How much?" Zhou Ze asked.
"You're welcome. I can still treat you to a bowl of noodles." The boss waved his hand generously. We are all neighbors, and we will see each other every day in the future. There is no need to be estranged over a bowl of noodles.
"My sister-in-law won't scold me, right?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No, she's a woman. What does she know? She has no right to speak." The noodle shop owner's machismo hit me in the face.
A man, no matter what his status at home is, has to pretend at least outside. No one wants to admit that he is afraid of his wife outside, just like no one wants to admit that he is not good enough down there.
"Haha, my sister-in-law is very beautiful." Zhou Ze said.
It is taboo to make fun of someone else's wife. If two men are facing outwards and teasing a girl walking on the street, that is just a fun topic between men.
The boss was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, just smiled. The boss has a good temper. Generally, people who run small businesses always understand the principle of harmony bringing wealth.
"It's in great shape." Zhou Ze continued, "It's firm and flavorful, just like the noodles I just ate."
The boss took a long puff of his cigarette.
"How was it in bed?" Zhou Ze asked again, and this time, he was even more demanding.
The boss clenched his fists slightly, but soon said casually: "Her legs are strong enough to crush a person to death!"
Zhou Ze smiled.
The boss also laughed.
"Can you hold on?" Zhou Ze asked again, "This is the age you want."
The boss pounded his waist and said, "I can't hold on any longer. I'm not a young man anymore."
"Then, let me try it?" Zhou Ze asked again.
The boss's face turned completely dark.
His knuckles made a creaking sound when they were clenched.
"You can't do it, but I can come. I'm still young." Zhou Ze said to himself. Although, this was a bit against his will. Xu Le's physique, no matter how young he was, was just like a silver spear and wax head. It was really not as good as Zhou Ze's own body maintenance in his previous life.
"Is this a joke too much?" The boss was still trying to suppress his anger.
"What if my sister-in-law agrees?" Zhou Ze continued.
"Was that your wife?" the boss changed the subject.
"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.
"Are you willing to give it up?" the boss asked again.
Zhou Ze hesitated and shook his head. Although she was Xu Le's wife, she was nominally his now, and Zhou Ze was unwilling.
"Then why do you think I am willing?" the boss asked back.
"Who knows what special hobbies and unusual circumstances you have? There are many such things nowadays, aren't there?"
"Brother, I haven't hit anyone in a long time." The boss stood up.
"Call your wife out and ask her. I want to hear whether she is willing or not." Zhou Ze leaned back slightly and said with a smile.
"Haha." The boss took a few steps closer to Zhou Ze.
"Stand here and call her out." Zhou Ze still insisted.
"You are looking for death!" the boss rushed over.
"Can she come out?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.
The boss was stunned.
Then a look of fear appeared on his face, and he took several steps back in fright.
Zhou Ze stood up, walked to the inner room, lifted the curtain, and found no one inside.
There is only a human skin belonging to a woman,
Hanging on a hanger,
Because the wind came in when the curtain was opened,
Gently flick,
Floating slowly.
"How... did you know that?" The boss walked over slowly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry from his voice.
"There's a saying... Are you kidding me?" Zhou Ze turned around and looked at his boss, "It's time to tear off this layer of skin from your body.
I'm curious.
How bored you are.
Here,
This is a double act."